life – E. E. Wildwood

I’m Done.

I’m about to be 51 years of age. I’ve been dealing with depression for the last 30 years. Then, in consulting with my psychiatrist, I was told that something I had experienced forever had a name: Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. Now? I’m in the midst of being diagnosed with ADD. (or ADHD as they seem toContinue reading “I’m Done.”

I Saw Myself Today

It was her. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I recognized her immediately. It was a glimmer to let me know that she was still there. She has been buried by seemingly a lifetime of heartache, struggle and survival. It was her. I saw her and smiled. “There you are. I’ve missed you.” IContinue reading “I Saw Myself Today”

Keeping On

A lot has happened since last I wrote. A mad dash trip to Costa Rica, to visit my sister in her declining health before she passed away at the end of February. Two promotions at work. My 50th birthday. A trip with 3 of my best friends. My youngest son moved out and far away.Continue reading “Keeping On”

Happy New Year 2023!

The new year always inspires me. Even though I know in the back of my head that I will be super depressed in a matter of a few short weeks, for today; I am inspired by all the possibilities ahead of me. 365 new days. 365 chances to reinvent yourself. 365 opportunities. If we areContinue reading “Happy New Year 2023!”

HouseBound

Seven days. I’ve been housebound for seven days. While it seems like it would be a nice treat to be off of work for a week, I literally feel like I’ve done nothing. Monday, I had some blood work done and a Covid-19 test – not pleasant at all. Then straight home to quarantine, untilContinue reading “HouseBound”

Bucket Lists/One Life

Now, I’m one to believe that energy cannot be destroyed. That means, for me, there is more after we leave our bodies behind. Spirits, souls, what have you; I believe. At the same time; there is only one me. That is what makes me special. I have one shot at this crazy, unpredictable life andContinue reading “Bucket Lists/One Life”

sigh

I’ve been married a long time. I adore my husband and he is and always will be my best friend. We’ve sort of let life get in the way of passion, and I miss it. I see the way Dom Sherwood kisses Kat McNamara in Shadowhunters – like he’s starving for her. And I’m jealous.